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“Wow!”): first, don’t screw it up; second, help them to believe that if they got me to sign up, they had done a good day’s work.
Lunch was at Shepheard’s, a restaurant at the Drake Hotel that dou- bled as a discotheque—think high-end John Travolta—at night. (Does that give you the time frame?) The meal, at which I followed suit and ordered some form of seafood salad for the first time in my life, con- sisted mostly of lettuce and nice banter: that Peter had gone to Brooklyn Tech, Cornell, and Columbia Law School and that I had done what I had done type thing. Then came the key exchange: “So, what other firms are you thinking about?” asked Peter, casually. With zero hesitation and a bit of gravity in my voice, I replied: “Actually, only one. I’m thinking about Dewey. I saw them last week, and they told me to expect to be hearing from them soon.”
Nadel called me late that afternoon to extend the offer to me. I asked him if I could have the rest of the week to think about it.
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